Jeff felt wide-eyed and panicked, not quite sure what to fix his gaze on as he tried to come up with a plan. Fuck! This change was permanent! He was going to have to hide these sloppy new bushes of matted hair under his arms for the rest of his life, not to mention trying to cover up the scent.
Simon was still holding Jeff's arms up and had such a firm grip that Jeff could hardly just wriggle away. "Look at yourself, you maggot. You're going to be rolling on deodorant in those pits every day now. Every day."
"Noooo!" Jeff moaned. "Take it back, Simon!"
"There's no going back. Look at that wiry mess. Look at what you've become."
Jeff was right now looking at Jeff's sweaty, hairy chest and Jeff's pits, and Simon used one meaty hand to take Jeff's chin and tip it towards Jeff's right pit. Jeff could see it really was a mess. He could smell his own sweaty BO and tried to look back at Simon's pits, just to compare. Did he smell as bad as Simon? He must, but nobody's scent was the same and he could kind of smell Simon, too.
Jeff fought a sudden impulse to want to smell Simon pits up close. "Simon, bro," Jeff said, trying to reason with him in a way he thought he might work "Just let me go. Ok, I've got jock pits. I'll live with it and maybe we can toss around a football sometime and you can teach me more later, but my mom is cooking lasagna tonight and..."
Simon burst out laughing. "Are you kidding me, Jeff? Here, just take a whiff, I can see you looking at me." Simon let Jeff go and put his arms behind his head. "Come over here and take a few licks".
Jeff was really curious but he turned and ran, still in his tube socks, fighting back tears over how his pits were now like a bro's. He could hear Simon get up rudely to chase him, loudly knocking a bench over, and Simon wrapped his thick, muscular arms right around Jeff's waist as he tackled him to the floor. "Owww!!!" Jeff said, as the floor was cold and hard and he hit his knee on the concrete.
"Stop whining you sissy," Simon said, all over Jeff and pinning him down to the ground. "Turn over," he said, flipping Jeff onto his back. "Now lick my pit," he said, shoving the wiry mass of his right pit into Simon's face.
Jeff tried not to but Simon had his other hand on the groove between Jeff's neck and collerbone, which he squeezed. "Lick it..." he coaxed. Jeff stuck his tongue out, disgusted, but admitting to himself that he was curious and now that he was forced to try this, it wasn't like he had a choice. He could almost try to enjoy it although who could? Jeff lapped at the dark hairs, getting the musk all up in his nose. Then like an impulse he couldn't control, he decided to give thick, broad sweeps across the whole swath of hair with his tongue just to see how that felt. Simon swapped in his other pit and Jeff followed suit. This was so gross and yet... Jeff felt an illicit thrill over everything about how that pit looked, now dampened with his own spit.
"Ok worm, looks like you're ready for the next level," Simon said as he moved up and sat on Jeff's chest, straddling his so that his jock was in Simon's face. Jeff wanted to puke at first but gave a cursory whiff and decided it wouldn't hurt to lap lightly at the pubes sticking out of where the jock met Simon's thigh just to see. It smelled like groin and Jeff was fearful of what this would do to him but a few light licks couldn't hurt that much, and it's not like he had a choice.
"You're pretty boned up there, Jeff" Simon said, laughing. "Maybe you're not hating this jock stuff as much as you say you do?" Jeff couldn't help but fixate on the big bulge in Simon's jock. I mean, it was right in front of him, how could he not look? It didn't mean he wanted to be like that.
"Answer me, nerd," Simon said.
"Come on Simon," Jeff pleaded. "I know I don't stand a chance of flipping you. I'm not built for wrestling. You should let me go, I have to get home."